blues paradox

As night fell, the Canglan Continent fell into silence, and the imperial capital was like a dead city.The battle for the throne spread from the palace to the entire city, and the closed city gates isolated the blood and desolation on the ground.

The once prosperous and beautiful royal palace is now only left with dilapidated walls and ruins. Most of the houses in the city have also collapsed due to the flames of war. The ragged old man walked slowly through the desolate streets and came to the gate of the palace. In front of a square.Large areas of corpses were piled up there, and the urgent battle left those in power with no time to consider whether these lives that died in battle could only be tragically exposed to the wilderness.

The old man carefully and cautiously inspected each corpse. He always brushed away the messy long hair and half-clotted blood covering the corpse with trembling and wrinkled hands. When he found that it was not the familiar face in his memory Afterwards, he would breathe a deep breath of relief, then carefully put down the strange cold head, and again checked the next corpse with his heart up and down.

"A sad life." A young man leaped down from a leafy tree next to him, his blond hair was like the sun falling into the sky.He glanced back at the desolate street and the piles of corpses against the setting sun, frowned slightly, with a hint of sarcasm blooming on his lips, his clear voice was low and inaudible, "It's a ridiculous war."

Hearing the words, the old man raised his head and looked at the boy who appeared suddenly, a look of emotion flashed between his brows, his dry and cracked lips squirmed slightly, but he didn't speak, just bent down silently and continued with the unfinished business.

That was his persistence, a war that belonged only to him, tormented in hope and despair, cruel and heavy.

The young man stepped over one corpse after another without changing his expression, the blood on the ground even soaked his white boots.He didn't lower his head, his emerald green eyes stared at the half-collapsed palace wall ahead without blinking.At the bottom of the wall, a soldier in armor stood straight, like a javelin piercing the sky, with a desolate and tragic atmosphere lingering around him.

"Is it Master Blues?" The soldier couldn't help frowning when he saw the man's too young face and the gorgeous clothes that were incompatible with the war, and a sense of disgust rose from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't understand why His Royal Highness ordered him to wait for this too weak and incompetent boy so solemnly, but this did not hinder his respectful and polite attitude. After all, this was his task, wasn't it?

"Yes." The young man didn't seem to care about the soldier's attitude at all. He walked unexpectedly fast. He was only [-] meters away a second ago. Ghost, illusion?

The boy stopped at a distance of ten steps away, threw something over nonchalantly, then turned and left indifferently.The soldier subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, and when he raised his head again, he happened to see the boy suddenly turn around as if he remembered something, his golden hair was thrown behind him in an elegant arc, and his elegant voice seemed to be close to his ears: "Go back Tell that Highness that the things are returned in good condition, this land has bound him for too long, and from now on, there will be no Duke Eckonorman in this world anymore!"

The soldier who didn't know why was startled for a moment, and stretched out his palm involuntarily. A round and crystal-clear luminous pearl lay quietly in the palm of his hand. Could it be—the long-lost Liuyun?

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Dear friends, our military training is over, huh, huh, it's a pity that I got tanned... I dare not go out to meet people...

Well, we have resumed updating since the Mid-Autumn Festival, daily update!